Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.